Arco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Arco gas station usually buzzes with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled up empty-handed. The lone customer, a delivery driver, approached the counter and asked for a gallon of milk. None had been ordered. The clerk raised an eyebrow but poured the milk anyway. ‘That’ll be five dollars,’ he said with a smile. The driver paid without a word, climbed back into his truck, and drove off. A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in, scratching his head: ‘Hey, did you guys just sell milk at the gas station?’ The clerk shrugged: ‘Must’ve been a one-off.’

2. At midnight, when Arco gas station was deserted, a delivery driver whispered to himself, ‘I swear I saw that pump smiling.’ The next morning, no one took him seriously until another delivery driver mentioned seeing the same pump winking at him. Soon, everyone in town knew not to stop at Arco after dark—unless they wanted to join the local club of people talking to gas pumps. The only member who never joined was the station owner’s cat, who insisted it was just an old pump trying to get attention.

3. At dusk, when Arco gas station was almost empty, a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his dad, ‘Why is that dog talking?’ The father smiled and whispered, ‘It’s not really talking, son. It’s just an old friend of mine named Rover.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then shouted across the lot, ‘Rover, you’re such a good boy!’ Everyone within earshot laughed, including the delivery driver who waved from behind the wheel of his truck. The legend lived on at Arco, where sometimes dogs talk—and everyone knows it.

4. At sunset, when Arco gas station closed its doors for the night, a lone security guard heard a soft humming coming from the empty pumps. Curious, he approached and saw a tiny fairy dancing between nozzles, singing in a language only he could understand. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Arco’s magic worked best after dark—especially if you needed a refill on good luck.